Belated He’s Here Post!!!

So my life has been insanely different these past weeks and whilst at times it has felt a little overwhelming, I’m loving every second! This will probably be a long post as it’s been just over nine weeks since I last posted and we’ve had quite a lot going on. So lets start at the start…

Birth Story!

On the 10th of June I was 3 days overdue and starting to feel more regular, but mild, contractions. I thought nothing much of it until I had just cooked us all our evening meal and my waters broke just as I’d sat down to eat. In my pregnancy with Soph, I didn’t know my waters had broken as they went as I was projectile vomiting in hospital after trying the gas and air (I’m a classy bird!) but this time I felt the most strange bulging sensation and I swear I even heard the pop of them going. I shouted to my hubby that I thought they’d gone and waddled my way to the loo, jeans soaked, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, to check what was going on. Soph had previously done a doo in me so I checked my waters and I found that her brother had took a crap too, so I rang the delivery unit at hospital who wanted me to come in so that they could check me over.

We dropped Soph over to my mums who was able to look after her for us (the woman is a legend!) and made our way up to hospital where I was checked over at around 7pm and admitted to the delivery suite at 7:15pm as there was definitely meconium in my waters. This was it, this baby was coming at some point soon!

When I was put into a room I was given a check to see how dilated I was and at that point I was only 2cm. I was told that they wanted to start my labour off but wanted to check with a doctor on how to proceed so I was hooked up to the monitor to check baby over and left alone for a little while.

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It was at this point that the contractions started to come more regularly and with a bit more force but I found watching them on the readout took my mind off of things a bit. Annoyingly, I was soon taken off of the monitor and told that I would be re-examined at midnight and depending on my progress, put on to an IV drip to speed up my labour.

The pain began to increase quite rapidly a little while later and when the midwife came back to see me at around 10pm I asked what my options were for pain relief. I was told that I’d probably be in labour for quite some time to come and to go without pain relief (diamorphine) for as long as possible as they can only give it me every so often. I spoke with Baz at this point who had pointed out that I’d already managed to make it half way to my next check at midnight, and together we decided that I’d just keep going as long as I could. I could see that he was worried about me though, as with every contraction he was now reminding me to breathe and I was shaking my legs so hard the entire bed was rattling.

I managed another hour but then I had what I thought was the need to push but thought that couldn’t be right as I was expected (and expecting) to be going a lot longer at this point. The feeling didn’t subside so I relented and used the call button. When a different midwife came in (mine was on dinner break) I explained that I felt ready to push and she gave me a quick look over and decided that I was only 8cm so not quite there yet. Within the space of a single contraction she watched me dilate further and at that point it was go time.

When it came time to push I was like a woman possessed, I wasn’t given anything to hold on to so I used the back of the bed and ended up yanking the thing so hard that my arms were screaming for the next few days! I was also really concerned for Baz as I could just hear him breathing really heavily over my left side whilst he was helping brace my leg. I don’t know what the difference was for him this time compared to our last pregnancy, but he really seemed to take this one quite a bit harder and was much more worried about me. Anyways, at 11:13pm our son’s head had crowned and Finnick William was welcomed into the world at 11:14pm with no pain medication and no medical intervention. I ended up with a small tear to my labia which needed stitching and a “moderate” amount of blood loss and Hulk arms but other than that, all was well.

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My first picture with Finn
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A very drained daddy!

They gave Finn a check over and he was perfect, weighing in at 7lbs 4oz like his sister! They popped a red hat on him as he was classed as high risk due to my thyroid and then came time to try to feed him. I really wanted to try and breastfeed again as I didn’t manage it with Soph but frustratingly, it was not meant to be. I couldn’t get him to latch after a good while of trying and neither could the lactation consultant. Due to both of our upset, I began to express into a cup and used a syringe to feed him … just like his sister, with the promise to keep trying to get him on the breast. Sadly, this didn’t happen – it turns out that Finnick has a tongue tie which causes his tongue to not be able to roll correctly in order to feed from the nipple so I decided to express and fed him from a bottle.

We were expecting to be held in hospital for a good couple of days due to monitoring like last time but they turfed me out the next afternoon, just after Soph had arrived for a visit with me and her new little brother. She said that she loved him straight away but she wouldn’t hold him as he was too small and she was scared.

I was later seen back at home by a community midwife who decided to send us to see a lactation specialist as she believed that Finn would need to have his tie cut due to potential speech problems later on. We met with the specialist who explained that he could have his tongue tie cut so that he could feed from the nipple but that there was no proof that the tie would cause him trouble with his speech. I myself have a tongue tie and I’ve never had any problems with speech and as I was expressing well, and he was content with feeding from the bottle, we decided against it especially as the specialist pointed out that getting him back to the nipple could be incredibly hard work and my confidence was already shot from not being able to get him or his sister to latch naturally.

Fast forwards to now and he is totally off of my breast milk which I am somewhat gutted about. The reason for this is that he has been suffering with some awful colic and we have hated seeing him writhing around in so much pain. We were using Infacol which wasn’t seeming to be helping so the community midwife told us to try Dentinox instead. She also explained that he may have a “lactose immaturity” and to try Colief which helps to reduce the amount of lactose in milk. We started using both of these products and after a week or so, things had improved but he was still suffering really badly and all I could think was that it was because of my milk. We then decided to pop him onto comfort formula milk and the change in him was crazy! He still suffers with colic but it is nowhere near what it was like, however, we have found that being on formula milk seemed to back him up, so after reading around tons of forums I decided to add 1/2 an ounce of prune juice to one bottle a day and so far it has helped him pass his poops much easier and he isn’t getting distressed having them build up for a few days at a time.

So yeah, we are currently enjoying lazy days due to it being the summer holidays and trying to get to grips with having two little people who need and want our attention at all times. It has been a challenge at times getting schedules in place for the school run and getting things done around the house but we are slowly but surely getting there. It might be a little chaotic at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world!

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Labour Inducing Theories?

I’m hot and muggy, sore from SPD, tired from awful sleep at night but still so insanely happy to be pregnant. That being said, yesterday was my EDD and I have been informed by pretty much anyone that I’ve spoken to, that this baby should have been here by now as “second children always come early.” Sadly (only sadly as I’m desperate to meet this little man!) he has decided that he is far too comfy where he is right now and doesn’t seem to be wanting to make an appearance just yet … in fairness, he’s just like the rest of the people in his family – likes to stay tucked up and cozy in bed!

So as I hit the 40 week mark yesterday I had to go to a midwife appointment where she offered me a stretch and sweep. So many women have talked to me about how they’d never want a sweep because of the pain but I really don’t get that as it doesn’t hurt – is it the most comfortable thing in the world? Of course not as you are having a woman ram her fingers up you to try and fiddle with your cervix, but is it painful? No … it’s no worse than having a smear in my opinion and I don’t get why women hate on those either as again, it’s not painful and it’s all done and dusted in 5 minutes. With that in mind, LADIES, IF YOU ARE DUE A SMEAR GO AND GET IT DONE!!! There is no shame in having a smear and it could save your life!

Anyways, when I was having the sweep, I was told that my cervix was locked up tight. The midwife seems to think that he isn’t planning on leaving his temporary home any time soon but has said that this can change at the drop of a hat, so you never know.  She did also tell me that he is in the best possible position for delivery and is very well engaged so things are moving along and looking good.

After I’d been fiddled with, we got to talking about how some people like to try certain things to try to help their baby along and she gave me a mixture of aromatherapy oils to pop in my bath or rub on my bump. I hate baths with a passion and am much more a fan of a lovely shower so rubbing on the bump it is! It’s a strange smell when combined but it’s not going to hurt to give it a go.

I was also told to eat lots of fresh pineapple (I had one for lunch yesterday as I love the stuff but felt sick as a dog after … turns out there really is too much of a good thing!) and I’ve also been told by others to eat hot curry, have lots of sex and do plenty of walking, which annoyingly, is not the easiest thing to do when suffering with SPD!

I’ve read that people eat dates and sunflower seeds, drink raspberry leaf tea, walk upstairs sideways and do plenty of squats so my question to you lovely people is do you have a method of starting labour off that you’d swear by or do you think a baby comes when it’s good and ready?

Normally I’m in the “he will come when he comes” camp but at the midwife appointment I was told that I have another appointment on Wednesday to check progress and have another sweep if I want it, and then that if nothing helps and he’s still not here that I will be induced on the 19th. I’m fine going back for the sweep next week but I reallllllly don’t fancy being induced so if I could somehow manage to get him out before that date I’d be a happy camper!

So any tips or tricks would be appreciated 🙂

That’s pretty much it for now but hopefully the next post will be to say that things are moving along.

Have a good one,

Deb xox

OBEM is Back!

So One Born Every Minute is back and having just watched it, part of me is feeling all gooey and lovely and the other part is screaming “HOLY SHIT THAT WILL BE ME AGAIN IN JUNE! WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THIS DEB? WHY? WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?”

It is a great show though, I love watching how other women handle birth and I can’t help but compare myself and the birth of my daughter to what is shown. It also gets me wondering how I will handle this labour and delivery too.

With Sophie-Anne I had this awesome birth plan in mind where it would be drug free and all natural – basically I was planning for the best and not really willing to think much outside of that. What I actually got was me getting insanely annoyed with the birthing ball (I wanted to pop that damn thing!) and finding myself in enough pain that they wanted me to try gas and air. I think I practically bit their hands off when they offered it but then when I was trying to use it I was told that I wasn’t taking big enough breaths of it in. I quickly went on to remedy that but felt no difference in the pain department – what I did feel was complete and utter mortification when I went on to projectile vomit across the room towards my midwife … they then took the gas and air away from me and I can’t say as I blame them!

I’d then been in labour long enough that the midwife suggested that I have a shot of diamorphine to help me get some rest. This was totally opposite to what I wanted to do but in the end I was so tired and figured that they knew best … in this case, I feel like they totally did! I managed to get a couple of pain-free hours of rest before moving on to the big event and it was bliss.

Then came the pushing, now on OBEM tonight it showed women giving birth in all sorts of positions, on their knees hugging the top of the bed, on their side and lay on their back. In my pregnancy, Soph’s heart rate started to dip as she had managed to get herself twisted and stuck so the midwife called for a team to assist. In walked about eight medical professionals and one HUGE doctor and what do huge doctors have? … HUGE BLOODY SHOVEL LIKE HANDS! He explained what was going to happen and then the next thing I knew, I was whimpering in pain (my hubby still remembers this sound to this day and doesn’t think he will ever forget it as I am not a whimpering kind of person) as he got his massively oversized hand stuck up there to help her twist. After his help I was able to push her out on my own and very quickly too.

I’m hoping I won’t need help this time around but I know for a fact that when it comes time to push I’ll just ask for the bed handles, get comfy on my back and push like a demon – those handles were EVERYTHING to me last time and they probably saved my hubby from having broken hands. If I can’t have them for whatever reason, I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope.

So again the show got me to thinking, how many women need some form of intervention in their deliveries? How many deliveries are messy like mine was? (there was also a pooping incident thrown in for good measure some time after the vomiting!) Do people throw up often and is it just that they choose not to show the more gross births on the tv? I’ve never really spoken to many people about their birth stories so I have no idea what “normal” is … is normal even a real thing in these situations as I know every pregnancy is different, so why wouldn’t every birth be too?

Hmmmmm.

Well one thing I do know is that even though it’s going to be painful, and possibly very messy again, I can’t actually wait for the birth of our son. Roll on June!

Take care,

Deb xox